Some time in the night, the lines between alcohol drunk and drug-induced euphoria had blurred, blending together in a wave of energy that rushed through her writhing body. Dancing lights waved and floated at the front of the massive dance floor, and the pounding bass resonated all the way to her core. Every command from the DJ to throw her hands up were met with excitement. Her group of friends had all coupled up - whether it was with the companion they brought for the night or someone they’d met in the crowd didn't matter to her as she'd long passed the point of caring. She was content to simply join the group in the hype, regardless of who she had her arms around.

Every song that she knew was met with equal enthusiasm. She jumped, she sang, she belted the notes out to no one in particular and everyone within reach, all in between smacks of her gum. Molly was one hell of a drug. On one jam in particular, a slower song that tugged at her chest, she felt the warm heat of someone standing behind her, much closer than socially appropriate. A sly turn of her head confirmed the arrival of the new stranger, and her lips quirked into a small smile of approval as she took in his appearance.She expected the usual pomp and circumstance. Even as she swayed to the best of the music, she waited for him to give her an excuse to increase the distance between them. This one, however, was more cautious, dare she say respectful, even.

Not that she cared for long. By the time her back eased into his chest, she exhaled a contented sigh that wiped away any prior hints of caution that she'd had. His arms closed around her, which only elicited another wave of warmth that filled her body. Time seemed to disappear around her, and in between half-closed eyes, the only thing she cared about were the flashing lights and the way her movements swayed in synchrony with her dance partner. While the bass continued to pound against her chest, she felt her breathing quicken and a new sensation of heat flooding her being, spreading south. Realizing his hands had moved from her hips, toying instead with her skirt, she dipped her own hands down, closing them around his.

The resulting bite planted on her neck came as a surprise, though not one that was unwanted. Perhaps it was her overactive imagination going into overdrive, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was in retaliation for her interruption. Her groan, likely muffled by the loud music, the way she pushed her ass back against his crotch, how her head tilted further to the side to allow him access to her neck - they were all signs that her body wasn't denying him one bit. By the time she'd whirled around to face him, one hand was already circling around the back of his head, gently judging his face closer to hers.

She locked lips with him, transferring a slow kiss that seemed to match with the vibe by the latest slow song that played. Her tongue playfully flicked against the tip of his before it withdrew to the safety of her mouth. As she pulled away just a few inches, she sucked his lower lip into her mouth, giving a gentle bite before she released it completely.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. Want to get out of here?"

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Purposely left open-ended to explore either as a one-shot or more intricate story and complex relationship building ☺️ Discord preferred. Very curious about MFM and I'd be interested in writing with two partners if I'm lucky enough to find them.

Kinks: CNC, bondage, light degradation, spanking, hypnosis, corruption, light bimbofication/dollification, anal, toys, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, rough sex, choking, slapping, hair pulling, literate partners

Limits: Blood, extreme pain, bathroom stuff, incest, beastiality, pregnancy, underage, gore, poor grammar, one-liners

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